Post by Empyrean on Jun 1, 2015 5:25:25 GMT
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 | Wahrheit gibt kurzen Bescheid, Luege macht viel Redens. wake | (674*1.5)=1011 | ??? |
The time had come to make use of the crafting skill that had been neglected since the beginning of this whole ordeal. Empyrean's crafting skill was Mechanic -- something he had chosen for his character as a bit of a joke. He felt that, since he had taken an automotive mechanics class back in high school, in Germany, he might get some sort of sense of satisfaction through the skill and making use of it.
At the time, he thought nothing of it, but now that he was actually surrounded in the world in which he was planning on playing, he could actually utilize his experience in this area. But it wasn't exactly easy, considering the lacking capabilities he had with his supposed "crafting skill."
It was a measly level 1, the lowest of lows. Given that despite his qualitative skills in the real world would allow him to work metal pretty easily and create something that had a fairly powerful effect -- like a motor engine -- it seemed that quantitative ability levels outweighed that, in this world.
Oh well. If that's how it had to be, that's how it had to be.
At the moment, he -- along a handful of other people, who were mostly all just as low as level as he was -- were working in a workshop. In a sort of faux assmembly line, they were all stuck together in a haphazard line, with the blacksmiths on one end and mechanics on the other. On the side closest to the mechanics, there was a little fence separating them from the next group, which were other groups of crafters, making stuff and things. To put it simply, their work was the grunt work among grunt work.
Empyrean, being level 1, was only capable of the simplest kitchen parts. The likes of which were possible to be made even by a nine year old kid. All it took was grabbing one of the lines of heated metal being made by the blacksmiths, and then sticking inside a clamp, and twisting. The end result was a very simple heating stove element, similar to what's used in electric stoves.
Empyrean had lost count of how many he had made at this point. The heat was intense and made him feel woozy -- luckily, he was in the back corner, nearest to the tailors. Settled in pretty far away from the rest of the meticulously-working mechanics meant he had more fresh air, and the wind behind him was very helpful in keeping him cool.
After tossing another of the red-hot heating elements into the pile within a box, he noticed that there was someone not even a meter away from him, on the other side of the wall. Another person crafting pointlessly? It had to be so.
Empyrean, not being the talkative type of person, wasn't exactly going to start up a conversation without having any particular reason to, but regardless, it seemed they both had a fair few problems with leveling their crafting ability. Maybe he could find common ground to speak on, there?
After grabbing another of the heated pieces of metal with a pair of tongs, he stuck it within the clamp, and opened his mouth up to speak while he wrenched it into a spiral. His words came out cool-headed and calmly, quite dissonant with the surrounding sounds of smashing metal and grunting. Spoken from lips slightly pursed, and breaking the silence that he had long since been maintaining, Empyrean stared at the fellow crafter with inquisitive and curious eyes, finally determining the right words to say as to start the conversation. For him, speaking to another nowadays took determination like sticking a knife in his throat.
❝What do you think got all these people together, working for a single purpose and person? I think it is surprising; it is unusual for these sorts of things to draw people together. I suppose money might be a possibility, but I do not actually know if there are any rewards coming into play once this is over.❞
At the time, he thought nothing of it, but now that he was actually surrounded in the world in which he was planning on playing, he could actually utilize his experience in this area. But it wasn't exactly easy, considering the lacking capabilities he had with his supposed "crafting skill."
It was a measly level 1, the lowest of lows. Given that despite his qualitative skills in the real world would allow him to work metal pretty easily and create something that had a fairly powerful effect -- like a motor engine -- it seemed that quantitative ability levels outweighed that, in this world.
Oh well. If that's how it had to be, that's how it had to be.
At the moment, he -- along a handful of other people, who were mostly all just as low as level as he was -- were working in a workshop. In a sort of faux assmembly line, they were all stuck together in a haphazard line, with the blacksmiths on one end and mechanics on the other. On the side closest to the mechanics, there was a little fence separating them from the next group, which were other groups of crafters, making stuff and things. To put it simply, their work was the grunt work among grunt work.
Empyrean, being level 1, was only capable of the simplest kitchen parts. The likes of which were possible to be made even by a nine year old kid. All it took was grabbing one of the lines of heated metal being made by the blacksmiths, and then sticking inside a clamp, and twisting. The end result was a very simple heating stove element, similar to what's used in electric stoves.
Empyrean had lost count of how many he had made at this point. The heat was intense and made him feel woozy -- luckily, he was in the back corner, nearest to the tailors. Settled in pretty far away from the rest of the meticulously-working mechanics meant he had more fresh air, and the wind behind him was very helpful in keeping him cool.
After tossing another of the red-hot heating elements into the pile within a box, he noticed that there was someone not even a meter away from him, on the other side of the wall. Another person crafting pointlessly? It had to be so.
Empyrean, not being the talkative type of person, wasn't exactly going to start up a conversation without having any particular reason to, but regardless, it seemed they both had a fair few problems with leveling their crafting ability. Maybe he could find common ground to speak on, there?
After grabbing another of the heated pieces of metal with a pair of tongs, he stuck it within the clamp, and opened his mouth up to speak while he wrenched it into a spiral. His words came out cool-headed and calmly, quite dissonant with the surrounding sounds of smashing metal and grunting. Spoken from lips slightly pursed, and breaking the silence that he had long since been maintaining, Empyrean stared at the fellow crafter with inquisitive and curious eyes, finally determining the right words to say as to start the conversation. For him, speaking to another nowadays took determination like sticking a knife in his throat.
❝What do you think got all these people together, working for a single purpose and person? I think it is surprising; it is unusual for these sorts of things to draw people together. I suppose money might be a possibility, but I do not actually know if there are any rewards coming into play once this is over.❞
